Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 25 ~ Changes in the Making

Severus found out that his wife’s inappropriate behavior in his classroom had not been a fluke, and Hermione turned out to be extremely talented when it came to fellatio. The Professor was more taken with his wife than he ever had been with Catherine. Hermione soon found out she could manipulate the Professor to some degree because of her ability. The witch only had to drop “The Look” on him. Hermione never knew what facial expression “the look” consisted of exactly, but she only had to rest her eyes on him while thinking about sucking his cock, and Severus immediately became much more agreeable. After looking in the mirror several times and not noticing any substantial difference in her expression, Hermione decided her husband’s ability to know when she was thinking about giving him a blow job was some kind of psychic man thing, and left it at that.

Actually, it was the magical bond between them that let Severus know. Severus had utilized the emissions from their first sexual interaction and created the potion that would connect him to his wife for life. Hermione’s emotions were now like a subtext in his mind. He could feel them when he focused on her, otherwise they were in the background. She gave off particularly delicious emotional vibes when she thought about performing sexual acts on him, each a little different. Severus learned to recognize what feeling went with what act.

This gave the Potions Master quite an advantage. For example, he discovered that when he was demanding, dominating, and ordered her, Hermione’s desire for him would spike even though she fought against being controlled, and remained quite independent. His wife liked his dark side. The connection between them also made fucking her a very powerful experience, her emotions washing over him like caresses as he took her. Severus felt he had not been in error deciding to stay married to the witch.

They did break with the norm however, and discussed the classroom situation at home. He found that his wife couldn’t help thinking about their intimate relationship. She didn’t have the discipline. They decided that she would start on both her Occulmency and Legilimency lessons immediately. She would learn to shut down those particular thoughts, pushing them into an impenetrable part of her mind and closing the door on them until such time as she wanted to access them.

Initially, both Severus and Hermione were very frustrated with each other concerning Occulmency. Hermione was used to being a freethinker, and came to many of her brilliant conclusions by allowing her thoughts to wander until they clicked into place. Learning to selectively stop some thoughts while allowing others free reign was difficult for her. Severus was not the most patient teacher either. He gave her just as hard a time as he did Harry. And a lot of the sessions ended up with Hermione in tears, calling Severus an unfeeling monster.

“If you want to see what a monster really is, Hermione…let Voldemort access your mind and find out what I’ve been up to all these years, and what your true purpose is in taking his Mark” he said coldly, “There won’t be enough left of us to put in a matchbox.”

This statement was enough to make the witch work harder. She didn’t want to be the reason for her husband’s death, and she certainly didn’t want to be discovered by the Dark Lord either, when the time came. So she worked hard, and had some success. At least Severus could get through a lesson without having to deal with an erection anymore.

Hermione turned out to have quite an aptitude at Legilimency however, her main problem being she looked like she was looking in someone’s mind when she did it. She focused, when she needed to appear as if she wasn’t focused.

“Hermione, you are naturally sneaky,” Severus would say to her in exasperation, “You have the ability to look into someone’s mind without staring at them as if they’ve grown a horn. Now try harder!”

She did improve.

The end of the year came quite quickly, and Hermione graduated Hogwarts with the highest marks in fifty years. She had even tied with Severus’ NEWT scores. This led to a lively debate between them, Hermione claiming that her scores should actually be considered higher than her husband’s since learning Potions was much more complicated and involved than when he was a student. Severus responded with the statement that he had forgotten more about Potions-making than she would ever know. Severus ended up settling the argument in his usual way, by fucking the shit out of Hermione and putting her to sleep. The cheeky wench.

Although Hermione had excellent marks, there was no funding for muggle-borns to attend university. She and Severus had a blazing row about this, a row which Severus ultimately won by putting his foot down. Hermione was his wife, and as such was entitled to spend his money, and he had quite a bit of it due to residuals he received from potions he had created and marketed. Hermione wanted to get a job and pay her own way through school. Severus was livid. After trying to reason with her unsuccessfully, he finally snarked out completely.

“The only job you will have, Mrs. Snape, is that of a Spells Mistress when you get your degree. Working will take away from your study time, not to mention your time with me. I will not hear of it. I have the money, I will put you through school. You will obey me in this matter, Hermione Snape, or I will turn you over my knee and beat you raw!” he told her, his black eyes glinting at her dangerously. He meant it too.

Hermione began university that following September, living on campus during the week and coming home to Severus on the weekends. The Potions Master didn’t like the arrangement. He had gotten used to sleeping with the witch, and having her available to meet his needs, whether physically or intellectually. But she had to continue her education, so he dealt with it as best he could. When she had left for school, the first few nights were hard for the Potions Master. He was constantly reaching out for Hermione in his sleep, and not finding her.

Severus returned to taking all his meals in the Great Hall again, and his demeanor was as black as the night sky on a starless, moonless night. He didn’t speak to anyone, the exception being his students, for the entire week Hermione was gone.

When Hermione returned to him that Friday evening, stepping through the floo loaded down with books and smiling at him as he sat in his armchair, Severus rose and grabbed her, making her drop every single book in her arms. The Potions Master carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently in the bed, removed every stitch of her clothing and made passionate love to her, reclaiming her, reestablishing that she was his and still wanted him. He was tender and thorough, the first time at least. He was also amazed at how much she had come to mean to him.

The Dark Lord summoned Severus shortly after Hermione started university. He hadn’t seen Voldemort since he killed Lucius. He donned his deatheater robes and answered the summons, bowing low before the throne and greeting his Lord.

“How goes it, loyal servant?” Voldemort asked him, his red eyes sweeping over him. “I have heard that you have managed to keep the mudblood with you. Is she attending university?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Severus replied.

“I also have learned that she earned the highest marks in fifty years,” the Dark Lord said, tapping the arm of his throne with his long, scaly fingers.

“That is true my Lord. She is a brilliant witch,” Severus responded.

Voldemort stared at him consideringly for a moment.

“I take it she is no longer ‘untouched’,” the Dark Lord said to him.

“No, my Lord she is quite broken in,” the Potions Master replied.

Voldemort studied at the Potions Master. The wizard looked a little too content for his liking. The Dark Lord liked his servants off-balance.

“How did she like your condition when you returned to Hogwarts after our last meeting?” the Dark Lord asked him. He had tortured the wizard soundly for his impudence.

“I had to hide the true nature of my condition from her my Lord, and told her my injuries were from my battle with Lucius,” he replied, “She wasn’t pleased.”

Voldemort looked at him.

“I would think that she would find you suffering for her, quite appealing,” the Dark Lord said, “Witches love that kind of thing.”

“Yes, my Lord, but if I would bring her into your service, I cannot let her know that you torture me. She would not take kindly to it, and would hate you, my Lord. She would never use her talents to help you,” Severus lied. He was taking a big chance telling the Dark Lord this.

Voldemort considered this. It made sense the witch would not willing serve anyone who hurt her husband. He wanted her in his ranks.

“Well, Severus. It looks like I am going to have to curb my inclination to keep you humble in order to acquire your wife’s fidelity. Do you think you can turn her to me?” he asked the Potions Master, a frown on his face that the wizard was beyond his tortures for the time being.

“Yes, my Lord, I do. By the time she graduates I will have her properly indoctrinated, and bring her to you. But that will be in four years time, my Lord,” the Potions Master replied.

“Some things are worth waiting for, Severus. I have a feeling she will be very accomplished when she takes the Mark. But if you fail to bring her, trust me you will suffer as you have never suffered before Severus, I promise you this,” the Dark Lord hissed.

“Yes, my Lord,” Severus replied. He knew most likely it would mean his death.

“Now, there is another small matter I need to make you aware of, Severus. Draco Malfoy has taken the Mark, and knows you killed his father by the Blood Right. He was asking for permission to see vengeance on your wife for his father’s death. He seems to feel that she was not important enough for Lucius to have died for. The boy hates muggles and muggle-borns. He feels he would punish you by hurting her. Since I want your wife in my ranks, I refused him. The boy was livid, and I had to ‘condition’ him to be more deferential to my wishes,” Voldemort sighed. “I hate dealing with teenagers. They are so rebellious.”

Severus seethed inwardly at Draco wanting to hurt Hermione. He could easily go the way of his father. Severus wouldn’t hesitate to kill the young wizard.

“However, Severus…I think you would be wise to be on your guard. Draco is shrewd enough to realize I won’t kill him, simply because it will cut off my access to his resources. There are no more heirs to take the Mark, and his mother Narcissa will not join me. He may go after your wife anyway. I do not want him dead, Severus. If you kill Draco, I will kill you…and your wife,” the Dark Lord said, his red eyes glistening with malice. “He is under my protection. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Severus said, murder in his heart.

Voldemort’s eyes swept over him.

“That being said, Severus, we can get down to business. I’ve missed your ‘talents’ and am feeling a bit randy. So…” the Dark Lord said, clapping his hands.

A voluptuous female deatheater walked up to Severus and began to undress. She was a redhead, and had a glazed look of lust in her eyes. The witch was naked beneath her robes, and dropped them to the ground, revealing her body. Severus could smell her arousal and cringed inwardly. Not again.

“…you will entertain me. The wench has been properly ‘conditioned’ and is ready to be fucked quite vigorously. I trust you are up to it, Severus. Your wife hasn’t taken all your virility I hope. I would be very displeasssed,” the Dark Lord lisped.

“No my Lord. I can oblige you,” Severus said, beginning to undress, his black eyes focused on the naked witch before him. He pictured Hermione in his mind, drawing on his desire for her in order to get an erection. A mattress magically appeared to the right of him, summoned by Voldemort. The woman dropped to her knees and began to assist in opening his robes.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” The Potions Master breathed as he felt himself hardening.

“So sorry, my love.”

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A/N: Damn. At least Voldemort won’t be torturing him as much now. And he’s realized he loves Hermione. At the worst moment though. Well, please review.